I Am Ashes Where Once

Poetry Should Only Occupy The Idle.

Man Is In Part Divine, A Troubled Stream From A Pure Source.

Father Of Light! Great God Of Heaven! Hear'st Thou The Accents Of Despair? Can Guilt Like Man's Be E'er Forgiven? Can Vice Atone For Crimes By Prayer.

Land Of Lost Gods And Godlike Men.

And What Is Writ Is Writ - / Would It Were Worthier!